Chapter 03 - American Geisha
January 5, 2019
7:00 - 10:00 am - Hannah Fairbottom
I was sitting on my back porch, looking over the beach, and enjoying the sunrise. I sat in a chair at my small deck table, a cup of coffee before me with steam wafting off it to be carried off by the cool morning breeze.
It was abnormally warm today.
Last night's low was 51 degrees, and this morning was already warming up as the sun came up and would be 70 degrees or more before noon.
It felt to me like it should have still been a bit cool for Natalie to have come over in just her bikini, but then, she did have nordic blood in her veins that kept the mild chill from affecting her.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard something made of glass crash and break in apartment 104, and the roaring of an angry masculine voice coming from Jenny Defoe's apartment, "What the fuck do you expect me to do? It took two fucking months for you to find an apartment!"
It must have been Gregory Defoe.
It didn't take them long to start fighting.
The yelling turned unintelligible as they moved to the kitchen and living room. Part of me wanted to go and knock and see if Jenny was alright, but I knew that my curiosity and interference would not be welcome and would probably bring untold consequences. It was best that I leave it alone if she needs me, she knows where I am.
Downstairs the sliding door of apartment 105 opened and Hannah walked around and came upstairs to the deck and saw me. Walking over, she sat in a second chair opposite me.
"Good morning," Hannah greeted with a sultry smile.
Looking at Hannah was like looking at the picturesque Swiss Alps. Cool, refreshing, and breathtakingly beautiful. She was only an inch shorter than Natalie standing at five feet nine inches. She was 51 inches in the bust, 34 inches in the waist, and 43 inches around her hips, just a bit thicker than Natalie.
Where Natalie was a blooming white rose Hannah was in full bloom, at her peak, fullyβunabashedlyβmature.
As usual, she was wearing lavender wedges and a long lavender overly fluffy bathrobe. She wore nothing underneath it. I knew that because, for the last five years, this was our routine.
She wore her robe like an off-the-shoulder Japanese kimono, it was the wrong way to wear it, but I never complained. The neck was pulled out to the very edges of her shoulders so that her magnificent decolletage was fully on display and her fluffy robe wrapped from her shoulders and over the massive swells of her 38 M-cup breasts like new snow that curved down between her valley accenting her voluminous cleavage before being cinched tight just below her breasts at her natural waist. Below the sash, her robe fell open exposing her soft smooth feminine lower belly, hips, and legs.
I scanned down to her crossed thighs and saw the hints of platinum peach fuzz that bespoke her thick thatch of long straight platinum pubes decorating her pubic mound in a long, wide Brazilian landing strip. I could neither see her beautiful thatch nor her thick meaty pussy lips, but I didn't have to, I knew every inch of her body.
"Good morning, my lovely Hannah," I greeted as I ogled her hungrily.
Gregory and Jenny came back to their room still arguing. Though it was muffled, it was loud enough that Hannah turned to look at their slider before turning back and asking, "The new neighbors having trouble already?"
"It seems so," I answered in a neutral voice.
"Have you fucked her yet," Hannah asked, her voice a perverted purr with an amused smile as if she already knew the answer.
I smiled back lopsidedly as I answered, "Come on Hannah. You know me. I don't talk about you to any of the others and I won't talk about them to you."
"Mmm, so you have fucked her," Hannah said with a nod answering her own question.
I just stared at her and refused to rise to the bait, instead, I asked, "So was Natalie coming over this morning your doing? Have you been grooming her for that? Or, did she come to me of her own accord?"
Hannah smiled nastily back at me and stuck out her tongue as she answered, "You know that I have never forced that girl to do anything she doesn't want to do."
I looked at her sharply trying to detect any deception, but if there was any I couldn't find it. Most likely my rose-tinted glasses were working against me, perhaps, "I have asked you every month for seventeen years, and I will again today; Hannah Fairbottom, will you marry me?"
Hannah smiled at me like she always did, with profound flattery, thankfulness, and a hint of deep sadness as well. Of course, I knew the answer before she said it, but I had to try.
"Thank you, Jaiden," She purred lovingly, "You know I love you, right? More than any man alive, but I am..."
She stopped suddenly and took a cleansing breath before she continued, "I was married, and I will never marry any other man but him."